19 Hannah Abbott

Much like a certain Padma Patil, Hannah Abbott knew what she wanted to do when she graduated from Hogwarts. And much like that particular Patil sister, it involved staying at Hogwarts, and apprenticing under one of the institution's aging witches. Madam Poppy Pomfrey had gladly taken Hannah under her wing, teaching the young blonde witch all she needed to know about how to be the Hogwarts' Matron, caring for all the ails and woes that could befall its students and faculty.

Even in those early days, there'd been some warning signs that not all would be as well as Hannah hoped of it. At the time, she'd simply assumed that it had to do with her age and her lack of position. Surely that was why the older male students at Hogwarts looked at her with such lust, and treated her with so little respect, right?

Marrying Neville had helped somewhat in that arena. The young man, a hero of the Battle for Hogwarts in his own right as well as the recognized Lord of House Longbottom, was certainly respected by the vast majority of the wizarding world. Hannah had always carried a torch for the boy, even when he was the nervous and awkward child that had eventually turned into a distinguished and poised older man.

They'd gone on a few days, and once Neville realized that he had something with her that wasn't fake or superficial, he'd snapped her right up. It warmed Hannah's heart to know that her husband loved her for more than just her body. Her voluptuous, far too curvy form. Secretly, Hannah believed herself fat. She hated her excess weight, the way her breasts pushed out from her chest, the way her hips widened to absurd amounts. Her big, massive bubble butt…

It was all too much, in the beautiful witch's personal opinion. And the young male students she took care of as Madam Pomfrey's apprentice in turn took advantage of her lack of confidence and her general embarrassment over her body. That is, until she married Neville. Once she was a wedded witch, the physical harassment ended, at least. The verbal harassment died down as well, and was reduced to things Hannah heard in passing, students talking to their friends a bit too loudly as she walked by.

It was embarrassing. It was humiliating. Even these days, now that she'd taken over for Madam Pomfrey and become Matron of Hogwarts, Hannah hadn't truly gained a respite. Oh sure, most of the student population gave her the respect she was due… outwardly, anyways. But her position didn't stop them from staring at her lewd, fat body. And it didn't help that her first reaction to any sort of stress or pressure was to sweat.

This, combined with her thick robes, only caused said robes to stick to her voluptuous frame all the more. Hannah had taken it as another sign that she was just too fat, when the matron robes she'd ordered came in a size too small. So insecure was she, that she didn't even check to make sure they'd gotten the right size. She simply wore the garments, and they in turn very nearly wore her, melding to her beautiful, bodacious body in such a way that it could have reasonably been postulated that Hannah Abbott was actively trying to show off.

Of course, no one who knew her would ever believe such a thing, but then, there were plenty of people at Hogwarts who didn't know the real her. All the same, Hannah was left embarrassed, day in and day out, as salivating wizards of all ages who visited her gazed upon her lewd form and made her feel oh so ugly and disgusting.

Which was why she was always so happy to see one Harry James Potter in her infirmary.

"Hannah! I need more burn-healing paste!"

Hannah stiffens for a moment, before a smile crosses her face at the familiar voice. Turning around, the blonde bobs her head up and down as she takes in the sight of the handsome wizard walking towards her. He came by every week or so for the burn ointment, supposedly because some of his male students were dealing with friction burns. Hannah could guess at what that was all about, and it made her blush just to think about it. She feared some of those students were getting friction burns while thinking about HER.

Ah, but she wouldn't let that distract her from helping Harry!

"Of course, Harry! Right this way!"

The Head Auror's gaze slides over her form for a second, but it doesn't bother Hannah overly much, especially when Harry goes right back to ignoring her body a moment later, looking her in the face and smiling as he gestures for her to lead on. Hannah didn't know what it was, to be honest. Maybe it was his friendship to her husband. Maybe it was his own moral code, his own innate goodness that made him the Man-Who-Won.

All she truly knew, was that Harry didn't really look at her in the way every other male in the school did. He would look at her, certainly, but he always did it where she could see, out in the open. And he was always so nonchalant and casual about it, as if she was nothing unique, nor different then he'd seen a thousand times before.

It made Hannah feel good, as odd as that might have seemed. She knew that she was an ugly, lewd woman, but Harry didn't treat her that way, not like the young wizards that made up half of Hogwarts' student population did. It made her feel like she could trust Harry with anything. And perhaps that was why, as she pulled the burn-healing cream down from a high shelf, that she decided then and there to confide in the man.

"Harry…"

Harry blinks, even as she hands over the small jar.

"Yes, Hannah?"

Blushing a bit, the blonde matron licks her lips before simply taking the leap of faith required to say what she needed to say.

"I'd like to speak with you. I've been having a problem with the male students here at Hogwarts, and I was wondering if you could give me some advice on how to solve this dilemma…"

Lifting a single brow, Harry gestures with his free hand for Hannah to go on. A little relieved to finally have someone to talk to, Hannah lets it all out.

"Its… it's my b-body. I fear I'm distracting some of the young wizards here at Hogwarts, causing them to feign injury j-just come down to the infirmary! I hear them talking about me in the halls as well, saying things that… w-well, they're not very appropriate. I know it's my fault Harry, I know it's because of the way I look… but I don't know what else to do! The mediwitch robes are certainly form-fitting, but they also cover me quite well, don't they? I don't know what else I can wear to cover up this l-lewd, f-fat body of mine!"

Once she opens her mouth, she just can't seem to stop. Everything she's been dealing with comes tumbling from her lips, and Harry's understanding nods and sympathetic expression only serve to make her more open with her problems. She tells him in great detail what they've said about her in the halls. The word 'cow' comes up frequently, much to Hannah's dismay. They also can't seem to stop talking about her tits, fat and heavy on her chest. Or about her ass if not her breasts, as big and curvy as it is. Hannah lays all of the horribly inappropriate things she's heard from the students' lips out before Harry, knowing that she can count on him.

This is a man who cares about her, not as some sort of sexual object, but as a friend. She can trust him. That thought alone fills the blonde witch with such happiness and confidence as she lays her heart out to Harry as best she can. She doesn't stop until she's given him every detail of her current predicament, even going so far as to heft her fat tits as she stares down at them petulantly, hating her body with all her heart and soul. And when it's all over, he considers what she's said for a few moments, before finally giving his advice.

"Hm, I can see where there would be a problem, Hannah. And I do have a way of helping you. There's a special regimen of exercises that I could put you through, designed to build up your confidence and tone up some of that excess fat you're working with. It won't be easy on you though, and I'll require you to follow my every order to the exact letter, or the regimen won't be nearly as effective."

Hannah shivers slightly at the sudden intensity radiating from one Harry James Potter. He's staring at her, and it's clear in that moment that he wants to help her… but only if she in turn wants to help herself. Under the gaze of such an authoritative wizard, Hannah finds herself straightening up her spine. This does interesting things to her fat tits, causing them to jut out even as she squares her jaw and clenches her teeth.

"I-I'll do it! Just… just tell me what you need me to do Harry. I leave myself in your hands!"

The wicked grin he flashes is gone in a second and Hannah isn't even sure she really sees it. The smile that replaces it is kind and congenial as he pulls his wand from his pocket and casts a locking charm over the far away double doors to the infirmary. He then casts further spells on each wall of the large empty room, silencing spells from what Hannah can tell. She's not sure why he's doing so, at least not at first. His words explain his actions well enough a moment later.

"Good. Well then, first, let's have some privacy, shall we? I'll need you to strip down so I can perform a simple inspection and find out just what I'm working with here. Understood?"

Hannah blushes at that, but as Hogwarts' Matron, she's used to invasive inspections. She's had to give more than a few herself, and in truth, it's almost more embarrassing to have to stare at some male student's naked body then it is to reveal herself to Harry. They inadvertently get aroused when naked before her, and Hannah ends up flushed with horror and shame, even as she tries to perform her duties to the best of her abilities. Unlike the male students at Hogwarts, Hannah knows that Harry has her best interests at heart, and she knows that, as her husband's friend, she can trust him with this.

Letting out an explosive breath, Hannah begins to strip down. There's nothing sexy about it, or at least, she doesn't set out to make it sexy. That doesn't stop her from having to shimmy to get her tight, form-fitting robes off of her wide hips or her fat bust. Tugging them over her head and exposing her bra and panties, Hannah flushes a bit more as she feels her excess fat bounce and jiggle in what she assumes is an obscene fashion. In truth, she's one of the sexiest witches Harry has ever had the pleasure of seeing naked… but after getting an idea of just what kind of frame of mind Hannah is in, he's not about to tell her that.

Either way, after her mediwitch robes come off, Hannah undoes the clasp on her bra, and shimmies her way out of her panties as well. Blushing profusely despite 'knowing' that Harry really has no interest in her in THAT way, Hannah stands there before him, trying and failing to cover her large mammaries with one arm, even as the other rests between her legs. Harry in turn gives her a gentle smile as he gestures her over to one of her empty beds.

"I want you to come over here and plant your palms down on the bed please, Hannah. Spreads your legs wide so I can properly inspect every bit of you. Alright?"

Nodding hesitantly, Hannah does as she's told. Forced to uncover her tits and her blonde muff, Hannah bends over the bed, planting her palms down on it as she hangs her head and looks upon her ugly, fat body. She's grotesque, she knows that… and if Harry can help her, she'll do whatever he wants. Even then, the first time his hand comes down on her fat ass, Hannah can't help but jump and yelp in protest.

"Be still, woman! I'm trying to assess just how bad things are! Don't you dare move, and I don't want to hear another peep from you!"

Hannah shivers at that commanding voice. Harry is one of the greatest authorities in the wizarding world, and the Man-Who-Won to boot. It's instinctive to obey him, and she does so even as he continues to feel up her fat curves, making Hannah blush all the more in shame. His hands slide along the curve of her fat ass and to her wide hips. Then, he goes up her sloping, hour-glass sides, only to finish at her fat breasts. As his fingers dig into her extremely sensitive mammaries, Hannah shivers and squeezes her eyes shut.

She doesn't want to enjoy this. Especially because of her… condition. Hannah has always lactated from her nipples when aroused, practically gushing milk if she gets too turned on. That would be the height of embarrassment, wouldn't it? If she began to lactate here and now before her husband's friend, before the Man-Who-Won when he was just trying to help her out of the kindness of his own heart. It would be horr-

"You really are fat, aren't you?"

His words stab at he, cutting right through her thoughts like a blazing hot knife. Tears prick at the corner of Hannah's eyes as she opens them again, her lower lip wobbling. But then, she already knew that, didn't she? Harry wasn't saying anything that she didn't already believe herself. She already knew she was an ugly witch with far too much excess fat on her hips, ass, and chest. Harry was just telling her what she'd known for quite some time, deep down inside.

"Bit of a heifer, I suppose. Still, no reason for you to be such a cow, is there? You've let yourself go Hannah, and it's as much up to you as it is me if you want to get better. Still, I suppose I can help you out…"

Things continue in a similar vein from there as Harry touches her body and gives her commands.

"Up on the bed Hannah, face down."

She obeys, and it forces her hips higher into the air. The only saving grace is that Harry is to the side of her, running his hands along her back and her fat ass, rather than staring at her exposed cunt. Hannah shivers even then though, as he touches her here and there. It feels like Harry is playing with her body. It feels like he's molesting her. Only his words make it clear that that's not what's REALLY happening.

"Damn, this is just grotesque. Surely you could do better than this Hannah. For Neville's safe, if not your own. Honestly."

She will not cry, she will not cry, she will not cry. Even as the tears threaten to leave Hannah's eyes, she holds them back as best she can. Even as Harry guides her through pose after pose, she simply allows him to do what he will with her. He's right, after all. His words might be harsh, but they aren't untrue. She can do better. She WILL do better. All she needs is Harry's help. All she needs is for him to tell her what she needs to do to fix her ugly, lewd body.

"Right. Move to the center of the room. Spread your legs. And then bend down and grab your ankles."

Hannah was already halfway to obeying when she heard that last bit. Standing in the center of her own infirmary without a stitch of clothing on her body, the voluptuous, beautiful witch turns and looks at Harry with trepidation in her eyes. That… had she heard wrong? Why would he need her to do that? Maybe… maybe it was some sort of stretching? But then, didn't most actual exercise happen in actual exercise clothing? This was just supposed to be an inspection after all, they hadn't started Harry's special regimen quite yet.

Still, Hannah was sure that the powerful wizard would have a good explanation for what he wanted her to do. She just had to ask, and surely, he would explain himself.

"W-What for, Harry?"

His responding glare has her stiffening in fear, even as he stalks over to her. He's mere inches from her face when he leans in.

"Did I not say you were to follow my every instruction to the letter? Or are you a dumb cow as well as a fat one?"

A full body shudder runs through Hannah's form as a tear finally falls down her face. O-Of course. Why had she thought she could ask questions at all? That was s-so s-stupid of her…

If Harry is moved at all by the fact that he has now caused her to cry, he doesn't show it. And with him glaring daggers at her, Hannah can't help but finally obey, even as more tears fall from her eyes and hit the infirmary floor beneath her feet, her lower lip wobbling. Of course, even now, even as the blonde witch turns away from Harry, spreads her legs, and bends over to grab her ankles… she finds a way to blame herself.

After all, Harry had been a perfect gentleman, right up until he'd seen her fat body. It must have been even worse than she thought, to provoke this kind of reaction from the most pure, righteous man in all of the wizarding world. Her ugly, lewd form was making Harry act this way. He was only being mean because she needed it if she was going to fix herself. He was only being cruel… to be kind.

Of course, then Harry's hands came down on her pillowy butt cheeks and pulls them apart to reveal her blonde bush and tight cunt, causing Hannah to stiffen and let out another 'eep' as she shivers at his blatant inspection.

"H-Harry, w-what does this have to do with a-anything?!"

A slap suddenly smacks across her ass, causing her to cry out in both pain… and a bit of pleasure. She hates herself for it, but she is turned on right now, as shameful as that is.

"Are you questioning me, you fat cow? Do you really think you know what's best for YOU, when you let your body get into this sort of state?!"

"A-Ah, I'm s-sorry, but-!"

She's cut off again, this time by a harsh flick on her engorged clitoris. Hannah's entire body shakes and spasms as she struggles to keep her feet under her. She whimpers, but any time she tries to talk back to Harry, he simply stimulates her privates even more with another harsh lesson that leaves her cut off mid-sentence by her own moans and cries.

Its all too much for the blonde woman. The voluptuous witch really isn't used to THIS level of verbal and physical abuse. Neville is the only other man who's ever seen her naked, to be fair, and he's always been kind and gentle with her. This? This is something completely different, and Hannah is mortified to realize just how much Harry's 'inspection' is turning her on. It's arousing her, in a way that Neville's touch never has, much to her shame and humiliation.

Finally though, he stops touching her. His hands come off of her, and the next words from his lips fill her with relief.

"Right then. All done."

For a moment, Hannah is hopeful. Now he can tell her what this exercise regimen he has in mind is all about, and then once he's gone, she'll finally be alone with her misery and her self-loathing. Only, that's not what happens. That's not what happens at all. Just as the blonde moves to let go of her ankles and rise from her awkward, humiliating position, Harry's hands are back on Hannah's fat ass, gripping her pillowy buttocks with his large fingers. Hannah yelps and latches back onto her ankles for support, even as Harry speaks once more, loud and clear.

"We can commence with your new exercise regimen now, Hannah. Let's get to it."

And then, the next thing Hannah knows, she's got a thick, hot, meaty cock deep inside of her squelching hole.

"Nooooooo!!!"

She hates how much that cry of denial sounds like a moo, rather than the 'no' it's supposed to be. This… this wasn't supposed to happen. What was Harry doing?! Hannah lets out another shriek, even as he begins to thrust in and out of her. The strength of Harry's pistoning prick is enough to finally put the Hogwarts Matron off balance, and the next thing Hannah knows, she's face down, ass up on the cold floor of the Hogwarts Infirmary, her massive mammaries doing much to cushion and support her body as Harry crouches to stay inside of her, continuing to slam down into her cunt from above.

"H-Harry! What… what are you d-doing?! Stop! Please, w-what would Neville think?! Pleeeease! Oh Meeeerlin!"

A smack comes down on one of her ass cheeks as she pleads with the wizard to stop fucking her, and then another comes down on her other ass cheek. Harry beats her butt red like a bongo drum before he even answers her, and when he does, his voice is confident and smug in a way she never could be in this sort of situation.

"What would Neville think? He'd thank me, Hannah. He'd thank me for taking his fat cow of a wife in hand, showing her just how out-of-control she is. Though, you seem to be enjoying this exercise far more than you should be. You know we're just doing this, so you can lose some of that excess fat of yours, don't you? You shouldn't be moaning like some kind of WHORE."

He punctuates that last bit with a particularly vicious thrust, and Hannah cries out as she finds herself climaxing in spite of his words. Even still, his words strike deep and true in the poor blonde witch's heart. Is he right? Does Neville truly hate her? Despite her insecurities, the one thing Hannah has never doubted is her marriage. Until now, of course. If… if Neville was just feigning love, even as he looked upon her with disgust whenever they were together… then didn't Hannah owe it to him to see this exercise regimen through?

If Harry could really make her better, make her more appealing. Oooh, but she wasn't supposed to enjoy it so much! Hannah's eyes begin to roll back in her head as Harry rails her into the cold infirmary floor beneath them, pounding her so hard from above that she begins to see stars. He's so thick, so big, so damn deep inside of her. It's not that Hannah wanted this or anything… she knows she shouldn't be enjoying it.

From Harry's own words, he's not even enjoying it. He's just d-doing this to help her, and she's responding like… like the cow slut that he says she is! Hannah whines and even lets out a few pitiful mooing sounds as Harry continues to fuck her with all his might, her voluptuous body bouncing and jiggling in a way that leaves Hannah drenched in sweat from the exertion.

And then, he cums inside of her. The Hogwarts Matron isn't expecting it. She's not looking out for it. So lost in her own pleasure as she is, so focused on viewing this all as a special exercise regimen, Hannah has absolutely no defenses in place when Harry finally unloads his 'special protein' deep into her squeezing, tightening womb. As such, the blonde witch abruptly loses control, her eyes rolling all the way back in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she cums on the spot from the impromptu seeding.

Hannah convulses madly beneath Harry, even as he drills as deep as he can into her, before filling her insides with his cum. She shakes and spasms, even as Harry pulls out of her messy, mewling quim with a wicked grin on his face. The blonde witch is a bit catatonic when the powerful wizard finally reaches down and drags her up to her knees by her hair. Planting his cock between her massive tits, he allows her soft, pliable lips to slide along his shaft, forcing them to do so even as Hannah remains unresponsive, eyes glazed over from the shock of hi cumming inside of her.

Grinning ferally as he uses one of his best friend's wives as his personal plaything, Harry eventually reaches down and grabs both of her tits with his hands, gripping the massive mammaries as best he can, even as he starts to really fuck them with his cock, while also pinching and pulling at her nipples, aggressively milking the blonde girl to his heart's content. Her breasts are equal to Susan's in size, and one of the few pairs at Harry's disposal that could almost fully cover his giant schlong.

Of course, this aggressive nipple pulling is what ultimately brings Hannah back to reality. She realizes what's happening far too late and screams as she struggles to free her tits from his grip. It's in that moment though that her next orgasm hits, a truly shameful thing given the fact that she's only cumming from a simple bit of breast play. Hannah cries out and her massive tits suddenly begin to lactate, spraying Harry with milk as he laughs uproariously. His tongue traces out to lick up a little bit of the sweet fluid on his cheek, and he grins viciously as he stares down into Hannah's dazed, confused, and scared eyes.

"Delicious milk from a fat heifer. I suppose I really shouldn't be surprised."

All Hannah can muster in response is a whimper, followed by another cry as Harry forces her backwards, onto her back. The cold floor of the infirmary is already covered with more than a bit of their sexual fluids, and Hannah ends up right in the puddle, even as Harry lifts up her legs and forces her entire body to rest on her shoulders and neck. In this new position, Hannah finds herself completely helpless and exposed, her cum-filled cunt ready and waiting for another round, even if Hannah herself wants no more of this special exercise regimen.

It's been obvious for a while now that Harry isn't taking no for an answer though. With a lustful growl, the wizard thrusts down into Hannah from above, once again piledriving his way into her sloshing cunt. In her current position, Hannah finds herself at a distinct disadvantage… namely because her tits are still lactating even now, and they're also flopping downwards into her face, forced by gravity to nearly smother her right then and there.

Hannah finds a place to put her nose that gives her air, eventually… but then she has to deal with her milk, nearly drowning her as it leaks all over her poor face. In the end, even as Harry fucks her senseless once more, Hannah is forces to drink down her own milk to avoid drowning in it, moaning wildly at the taste of it as she shakes and shivers and spasms on Harry's cock.

"That's a good cow! Moo for me bitch! Moo for me!"

To her shock and horror, Hannah finds herself obeying. Even as Harry degrades her again and again, she can't help but obey him. The moo's drop from her lips in between moans and whines and cries, even as he pounds into her already-full cunt over and over again.

"Hah, that's right you silly heifer! You like it, don't you? You LOVE it!"

She didn't… she didn't! Even as Hannah mentally tries to decry Harry's words as incorrect or wrong, her body continues to react. More and more, her voluptuous, lewd form subconsciously shifts to agree with Harry's words, his magic intertwining with her magic to make such a thing possible. No other man could have done it, no other wizard even. But Harry James Potter is no normal wizard, and Hannah finds herself unable to fight back, even as she tries to protest his treatment of her, only to be cut off over and over again by her own bestial moos and grunts.

It's just as she's closing in on another orgasm that Harry abruptly stops. Hannah's eyes go wide, her mouth open in a silent exclamation, even as she finds herself right at the edge… and completely unable to tip over. When Harry grabs another fistful of her hair and drags her to her hands and knees, Hannah whimpers, her inner thighs rubbing together shamefully, but not quite able to get her there.

"You should see something, Hannah. I'm going to show you something absolutely lovely."

Hannah finds herself crawling alongside Harry. Her body never even considers standing up an option, as he leads her by her hair across the room to one of the floor-length mirrors that sat in the Hogwarts Infirmary. Only too late does Hannah realize what he's doing, but when she tries to avert her gaze, Harry just tugs more harshly on her hair, causing her to cry out as her tear-filled eyes water all over again.

"Look at yourself, Hannah. Look at yourself, you silly heifer slut."

And she does. As helpless as she is, Hannah once again obeys the powerful wizard's order. She stares at herself, and for the first time, Hannah Abbott sees herself in the mirror. She's naked, of course. She's also sweating profusely, her blonde hair matted to her head. Her face is completely red and blotchy, and she's been crying, though she can't say how many were tears of shame and anguish, and how many were tears of pleasure at this point.

Streams of white milk flow from her rose red nipples, her massive breasts lactating messily all over the floor of her beloved workplace. That white milk mixes with Harry's white cock-milk as it in turn flows from her cunt, a sticky sloshy mess that Hannah is creating, and no other. All she can see, as she stares at herself in the mirror, is the fat cow that Harry has pegged her as. She's everything he's told her she is, everything she's always known deep down inside that she was.

When Harry conjures a cow-bell choker around her neck with a flick of his wand, Hannah doesn't even flinch. In truth, it completes the look perfectly, something Harry echoes as he leans down and presses his cheek against hers, grinning viciously.

"Now you look perfect, my dear. Exactly like the cow you've always been, deep down inside."

In that moment, Hannah's mind is as frayed as her body. In that moment, there's only one thing the blonde witch… no, the blonde cow, can do. Opening her fat lips wide, Hannah lets out a loud, horny moo. Harry laughs as he draws back from her face. In response to that, Hannah leans forward, pushing her tits back against the milky floor beneath her as she lifts her ass high into the air.

The next thing she knows, Harry's cock is in her back door. She's not at all loose back there, to be fair. The 'moo' that leaves Hannah's lips as he penetrates her anal passage is more of a scream or a shriek than anything else. But Harry doesn't let that stop him. His cock thrusts into her from above, and Hannah's eyes half-roll back in her head then and there as she screams to the high heavens.

Once he's got a good amount of his cock inside of her, Harry really starts giving Hannah the anal pounding she deserves, once again beating on her fat ass cheeks like bongo drums as they shake and jiggle around. By this point, Hannah's poor bottom is completely red. But the blonde doesn't care. She's a cow now, and cows don't sit like normal people anyways. Amusingly enough, it's then that Hannah feels utterly at peace.

She understands now, as Harry fucks her back door with all his strength, the lesson that he'd been teaching her. Truly, the Man-Who-Won was a selfless, righteous wizard. He'd seen in her a cow slut that was simply hiding from who she truly was. He'd seen in her a heifer that was ashamed of her true potential, of what she could be if she just accepted her lot in life.

Hannah was a cow. Full stop. Harry had shown her this, again and again, and then he'd tamed her, bringing her under his control, as was right and proper. The cowbell around Hannah's neck jingles a little as Harry fucks her ass with greater and greater force but trapped between her neck and her massive tits as it is, it doesn't get much room to move around.

Not until Harry reaches out and grabs her by her hair, dragging her head back so he can fuck her from behind even harder. Hannah moo's wantonly, confronted with the expression on her stupid face and the appearance of her nude, lewd body once more. Now, the cowbell is able to jingle and ring appropriately as it bounces back and forth across her tits, and though she looks even more like a filthy, horny heifer whore in the mirror now then she did before… Hannah is okay with that.

She's finally where she belongs. She's finally accepted who she IS. How could she be anything but happy? Of course, it goes beyond happy a few moments later, when Harry finally cums inside of her again. Hannah's eyes roll back in her head and her tongue hangs out of her mouth as she screams to the high-heavens, orgasming messily all over the ground beneath her even as the powerful wizard inflates her stomach with his cum.

Chuckling darkly as he draws his messy cock out of her ass, Harry pulls Hannah around once more. This time though, he doesn't aim to fuck her tits. Instead, his cockhead presses against her fat, plump lips from the very beginning.

"Feeding time, cow slut. Get to work."

Hannah moos as she opens her mouth and jaw wide. Harry in turn wastes no time in thrusting his cock past her lips and right down her throat. She chokes at first… but then he just leaves his cock there, and Hannah realizes what she has to do. The blonde witch begins to bob back and forth, taking his entire dick down her esophagus as she face fucks herself for nourishment.

"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"

After all, it IS feeding time, isn't it? What else is Hannah going to do for food, if she can't get it from Harry here and now? Harry laughs at her eagerness, at her enthusiasm, but the fat slutty cow whore that Hannah has become doesn't mind his mirth, even if it is at her expense. If she's making him happy, then in truth, she's happy as well.

"Good girl… good cow. You've really come a long way in a short time, Hannah. I'm proud of you for accepting your fat body without shame. And I promise, if you continue to exercise with me, you'll have the body in no time at all."

With his cock lodged deep in her throat, Hannah can't really respond with words to that. Does Harry truly not understand? It's not about exercise anymore, not to her. She's a cow and nothing more. Do cows exercise, in between being bred and being milked? Of course not. Still, Hannah doesn't know how to express this to Harry AND keep his cock in her throat, where it belongs. In the end, she settles for a loud moo, muffled by his dick.

That in turn causes him to groan as he unloads into her suckling mouth. Though, only half of his seed ends up down her throat. The other half ends up all over her slutty features as Harry pulls out at the last second in order to give her a good and proper facial with his white, hot, sticky cum. Hannah isn't ready for it, but that doesn't mean she appreciates it any less. Her fat tongue slips out of her plump lips, and the blonde cow sets to work licking up his seed, even as Harry lets go of her matted hair and pulls back, panting just a little.

He grins down at her as he watches Hannah the cow do something Hannah the witch never would have, not in a million years.

"Heh, maybe you should try this with your husband later."

She's not sure whether he means that or whether he's joking, but as she looks up at him with devotion in her glazed-eyes, Hannah really only has one response to that at this point. Licking her pouty lips one final time, the blonde cow grins up at Harry, even as she takes his cock into her hands and begins to stroke it up and down, taking the initiative for the first time in her life.

"Maybe I don't need a husband anymore… maybe I just need a bull, and his big, fat cock."

As she nuzzles his member to punctuate that statement, Harry's response to her words is a dark chuckle and his hands rubbing at her ears and cheeks as if she's a favored pet. Hannah can't do much more than preen under the attention. After all, she's just a cow now… She's HIS cow.

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Amid the animalistic moans, amid the mooing and the ringing of cowbells, Harry couldn't help but reminisce on the number of times he'd laid in this very same infirmary bed. He knew it was 'his bed' because he'd gone so far as to scratch his name into the underside one time. Poppy had even caught him doing it… and let it go, given just how many times he'd been in the Hogwarts Infirmary during his years at the castle.

If he recalled correctly, she'd said something about how he really should have his own personal bed at that point. She'd been amused… and so had he. But he'd never considered fucking her. The witch was old enough to be his grandmother, after all. Even still, perhaps something of that view had transferred over to Hannah as well, because while Harry HAD taken note of the beauty Neville had married, he hadn't honestly intended to fuck the blonde… until she made the mistake of confiding in him.

Sometimes the lambs walked right up to the wolf, all on their own. Or perhaps it would be better to use that American saying about cows to the slaughter for this particular happenstance. Not that Harry was going to slaughter Hannah any time soon. Fucking her was so much more fun. Still, he hadn't come to the infirmary in order to fuck Hannah today.

No, he'd been here for the burn healing paste, just like he'd said. Some of his girls had some… friction burns that needed to be dealt with. Not that Hannah knew what they were really for. Though, now he supposed he could tell her if he so chose. Regardless, she'd confided in him, and in that moment, Harry hadn't really been able to stop himself. It wasn't like he'd held back with Hermione for Ron's sake or anything. Why would he do any different for Neville's?

Faced with such a hopeless witch, Harry had done what he did best. He'd taken Hannah in hand quite literally, and showed her exactly what she was, underneath all that insecurity and shame and fear. The blonde was a hell of a lot happier once he was done with her, as evidenced by the fact that even now she was worshipping his cock, her tits pressed along one side of his fat dick as she grinded her massive mammaries up and down his shaft.

At the same time, on the other side of Harry's cock kneels one Susan Bones. The Minister of Magic herself is moaning pitifully as she imitates Hannah's movements, all while making out with her best friend. Sometimes Harry really felt like magic itself had his back. How else do you explain this sort of coincidence?

Susan had shown up to visit Hannah, upon interrogation, as a last refuge of sanity from her new life as Harry's reluctant but ultimately willing fuck slave. Only, instead she'd found that bastion of hope that was her best friend already irrevocably defiled by Harry's cock that same day. Needless to say, the red head had stripped down to nothing the moment Harry had demanded it of her. She could do nothing but submit, and Harry enjoyed that immensely about their new relationship.

Now, Hannah and Susan were giving him a nice dual titjob, kissing and moaning into one another's mouths, even as Harry's hands grabbed at their crotches, his fingers diving deep into their wet, dripping cunts. Every once in a while, he'd pull at their red and blonde pubic hair, now shaped like lightning bolts on each of them.

Heh, Gryffindor colors, after a fashion. Even if they HAD originally both been Hufflepuffs… and Harry probably had belonged in Slytherin like the Sorting Hat claimed, all those years ago. In the end, such times were far behind all three of them. And Harry was greatly enjoying playing with his two whorish pets, even as Hannah mooed and Susan moaned.

This? This was the life.

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